Page 58 of Scarred Heir
“If he retaliates, he’ll come for me, not your brother.”
“Well, that doesn’t make me feel much better.”
He grinned before gulping the remaining contents of his glass. “Does that mean you worry about me too?”
“You can take care of yourself.”
“I can take care of you too.” He set the glass down on the bar and came to stand in front of me. “What did you tell Bello?”
“About what?”
“When he asked if you were really with me?” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “What did you tell him?”
Did I want to admit what I said to Bello? Losingmyself in Milo’s eyes became easier every day. If I surrender to his darkness, would my life be better or worse?
“Sable,” he whispered.
“I told him I belonged to you.” I brushed my fingers along his stubble. “Only you.”
He cupped my face in his hand, tilting my head as he dropped his gaze to my lips. “That’s the only thing that anyone ever needs to know about you.”
When our lips connected, I lost my breath, submitting to his control. Without breaking the kiss, he walked me back until I hit the bar. He trailed his hand down my face, stroking my neck on his way to the back of my dress.
I shifted my stance as he lowered the zipper and glided the dress down my body. The abruptness in his actions startled me when he whipped me around to face the bar, pushing me against it with his solid form. The heat of his breath swept along my neck when he leaned in and unhooked my strapless bra. As the black lace fell to the floor, he traced his finger down my spine.
He nudged his knee between my thighs and spread my legs apart. I gripped the edge of the bar when he ran his hand along my backside.
“I want to claim all of you,” he said into my hair. “I want you to believe you belong to me.”
“I do believe it.” I twisted in his arms. “I see it when you look at me.”
He reached behind his back and took out his gun. The sight of it unsettled me, but I had to accept who he was if we were going to make this work. After he placed it on the bar, he smoothed his hands down my sides.
I grazed my mouth along his throat as I slipped his shirt over his shoulders and down his taut back. Every nerve inmy body tingled for him. I ached for his touch, craving his undivided attention.
His lips skimmed my breasts as he dropped to his knees. I sucked in a breath when he pressed his mouth to my panties and pushed his tongue against my slit through the delicate silk. His hot breath forced a chill to shudder through me.
He slid his fingers on either side of my panties and glided them down my legs. I held onto his shoulder as I stepped out of them. A fire ignited inside me, shooting between my legs when he licked his lips.
“I’m thirsty.” He lifted me to lay across the bar and then picked up the vodka bottle. “Body shots.” He bit the corner of his lip before pouring the alcohol over my breasts. “Should do the trick.”
“Ah…” I scratched at the cool granite beneath me as he leaned forward and licked the vodka from my breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipple and scraping his teeth against it.
“How am I ever going to drink vodka out of a glass again?”
When he tilted the bottle over my stomach, I lifted my backside off the bar, trying to keep the vodka from dripping down my side. He lowered his head and sucked the liquid that pooled in my belly button, being sure to lap all of it from my stomach.
My nipples ached as he drenched them with what was left in the bottle. I ran my fingers through his hair as he cleaned my flesh, swiping his tongue down my body. He nipped on my hip bone as he plunged his fingers inside me.
I arched my back and thrust my pelvis in time with his hand, becoming damp enough for my juices to trickle downmy thighs. The wetter I became, the more effortlessly his fingers rammed deeper inside me.
He brushed his lips along mine, shoving his tongue inside my mouth and moving in sync with his fingers. The sensation inside my core shot lower until I unraveled under his possessive touch. Spreading my legs apart, I rocked into his hands and screamed out as an explosive climax took over my body.
He kissed me as he withdrew his fingers, spreading the dampness on my upper thighs. Through my hooded eyes and foggy brain, I admired his sculpted chest and stunning face. He stepped back and unbuckled his belt before unbuttoning his pants.
“Come here.” He dragged my naked and still-aroused body off the bar and into a standing position. “I need to fuck you.”
He unzipped his pants and then tugged them, along with his boxer briefs, down his legs. I dropped my gaze to his erection, still not fully understanding how that fit inside me, but I was so glad it did.
